Break of Dawn

As I look up at the dark sky of night,

As teardrops fall by the candlelight,

Why can’t it just be nice and right,

When will I feel the morning light?

 

A time to be happy and a time to be sad,

A time to pout like a little lad.

A time to stay and be alone.

A time to sleep ’til the break of dawn.

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